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 The Sign Reads—“To Troutbeck”

(English Lakes)

An upcurving lane, hedged high,

An ancient stile,

A rambling path,

A brook,

And musk,—

Golden bells of fragrance,

Fusing all the odors

Of English earth.

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 I, Too

Robin, robin,

Shouting your song,

Your throat swelling

With joy!

Yes, I hear, I know

What you say.

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